Chapter 349: Speedy Elimination!
Lu's voice of reporting echoed in Yang Ming's ears.
"The entrance to the enemy base has been located and the camouflaged building has been locked."
"The aft stealth boat is ready."
"Boss, the assault plan has not been completed yet. We cannot enter the base without alerting the enemy."
"When making a plan, add mind control skills."
Yang Ming's voice sounded somewhat cold.
Lu in the thinking space was stunned for a moment.
Of course she knew that Yang Ming was very disgusted with using mental control to control ordinary people and rarely used this ability.
This time, Yang Ming has flexibly withdrawn this bottom line, which means... the boss does not want to hold back on this CIA's advanced agent training base. She has painstakingly tracked down hundreds and thousands of new federal agents to find this base, and is about to receive the cordial greetings of the White Ghost.
"Yes, Boss, we are resetting the assault plan... Plan confirmed."
"Transfer command, Lu, you will take charge."
"Understood. Please go to the rear cabin and board the suction-type mini assault boat. In half an hour, a merchant ship will pass through the target airspace. That is our only chance to bypass the opponent's planetary defense system and approach the surface."
Yang Ming took a deep breath.
In order to facilitate disguise, he did not wear the conspicuous white ghost suit, but changed into ordinary clothes, put on a baseball cap, and used special equipment to apply a layer of camouflage projection on his face.
"Lü, pay attention to their escape route. If any spaceship rushes out, destroy it with the main gun."
"yes."
Yang Ming lowered his head and got into the assault boat that was only a little over one person tall. He curled up his body into a ball to adapt to the narrow cockpit.
Half an hour later, an ordinary merchant ship completed the jump and slowly sailed towards this beautiful agricultural planet.
The assault begins.
The narrow assault boat slid silently into the deep space.
…
Charlie Guzman sat quietly in a comfortable and spacious suspended leather chair, observing the scenery inside and outside the base as his fingers slid.
He is the senior inspector of the Y02 training base, barely a regular third-in-command position.
For Charlie, this was the perfect job.
He doesn't have to fly around the galaxy to perform various arduous and dangerous missions like most of his contemporaries who have 'disappeared'.
There is no need to flatter your superiors or engage in office politics.
He only needs to keep an eye on every corner of the base every day, occasionally act as a "value lecturer" to instill a little bit of dark concepts into those energetic young people, and he will realize his important value in the organization.
Charlie likes this kind of class best.
He liked to see the light in those young people's eyes gradually fade, liked to see the confident smiles on their lips turn into bitterness, but he had to admit the fact that they were about to become the government's killing machines.
He always opens these sessions with the same opening line:
“I believe you all already know what fate you are about to face. The fact that you are sitting here means that you have personally ended the lives of one or more human beings.
“Everyone, from now on, I hope you will abandon your childish and weak personal moral values and obey the will of the country and the nation.
“You will dirty your bodies in the base. One of the courses you will take next is an experience of lust and depravity. Both men and women will have to give up your so-called shame, sympathy, common emotions, and cowardice in your bones. Only 60 to 70 percent of you will be able to complete the two and a half years of courses and leave this base.
"Why? Are you surprised? You think that our great democratic country can have such a dark side.
“In fact, if a political system wants to develop smoothly, it must do whatever it takes. A bright and beautiful appearance is important, but the core strength inside must also be sufficient. We are the sharp knife of democracy, hiding in the shadows, stabbing at those truly evil countries to maintain the superior life of the citizens of our country.
"The privileged class in the empire is the nobility, and here, you who can survive in the future are the real privileged class."
Charlie was quite pleased with this customary monologue.
Because the information contained here is his most sincere warning.
Most of the agents sent to this base did not volunteer.
The CIA would lure them here under the guise of selecting special forces, offering them high welfare benefits and maintaining a balanced ratio of men to women.
Here, they will learn various professional knowledge, learn how to use various weapons, and how to fly small aircraft. There are also a series of interesting elective courses, such as poisoning, seduction, war psychology, how to control the intelligence line, and so on.
Charlie glanced at the clock, picked up the coffee cup with his orchid fingers, and took a sip.
An operator from the monitoring room nearby asked with a smile: "Boss, is it about time? Hehe."
"Put away your filthy look. What are you talking about? It's not elegant at all."
"Today is a good day, boss. We have never seen the world."
Charlie hummed, then used his recently over-enlarged fingers to gently slide across the semicircular touch switch on the armrest of the chair, as if touching the smooth skin of his lover.
A picture appeared on the projection screen in front.
More than a dozen naked young female agents were being hung upside down, receiving anti-interrogation training.
That white body looked like a white strip hanging upside down, which made Charlie, who had seen this kind of scene many times, feel a little nauseous.
But these wretched guys around have already started discussing happily.
Charlie cursed: "You bastards, stop doing disgusting things here! If you really have the ability, go pick up some mistresses!"
"Hey, isn't it because they're afraid of being targeted for assassination after graduation?"
"Boss, we are not you. Our salaries are too low to support these little bitches."
"These high-level talents we have trained can mobilize various resources in every corner of the galaxy. They simply look down on us."
"It's good to be self-aware," Charlie said calmly , keeping the projection in front of him, and continued to slide the buttons in his hand as a routine, browsing through several important areas.
In fact, he prefers to watch the training scenes of the male students next door. Their muscular bodies, smooth body lines, and physical assets that will conquer all the wealthy ladies in the galaxy in the future are so charming.
Of course, Charlie couldn't let anyone know about his habit.
He is the inspector, the third in command of the base.
The bottom floor, where serious criminals are held and these agents practice their killing techniques, is the most important observation area.
The prisoners there have taken too many genetic drugs, and each of them is like a wild beast. If a few of them run out, it will cause a small riot.
Secondly, the area that needs the most attention is the experimental cabin group at the training base.
Various types of drugs are stored there, including but not limited to various types of poisons, and even a kind of "zombie" gas that can induce gene mutations in ordinary people and make people lose their rationality.
That thing had caused a small-scale riot before. A city was infected by poison gas and turned into an army of zombies, and then... nothing happened.
Charlie had seen the video footage of that incident, in which millions of out-of-control people were killed or injured in just a few hours under the mopping-up efforts of dozens of attack airships.
Since then, Charlie has lost interest in the so-called "Dead Rising" movies. Those guys don't understand the development of interstellar weapon systems at all...
"Um?"
Charlie frowned suddenly, and the scene that had just slid past returned again.
"What's going on with the surface sentry? Which team is on duty today? Why is there no one in the bar! Hey! You guys! Are your brains full of filthy maggots?!"
Charlie turned off the large screen in the front, and the images of the female agents disappeared instantly.
"Boss! Why did you turn it off?!"
Charlie yelled, "Go back to your post! Where are the ground sentries?"
More than a dozen people were stunned for a moment, and each looked at the monitoring position they were responsible for. They immediately put away their playful smiles and rushed back to their seats.
They called up real-time images of the ground outpost and the base's only entrance and exit - the large elevator.
Eight men and women dressed as bartenders and waiters were standing in the elevator going down at the same time, chatting and laughing with the people around them, and there seemed to be nothing wrong.
"Boss! They are in the passage! It seems there is a problem with the handover!"
Charlie pressed a few buttons, and his voice appeared in the elevator: "Why did you leave the sentry post without permission?"
A middle-aged man immediately said, "Oh, it's Inspector Charlie. Our post time has ended."
"It's 4pm on this planet now, and your duty hours are until 7pm! You're telling me that the duty hours are over?" Charlie cursed, "Is there something wrong with your brain, or is there something wrong with my watch?"
"But the news we just received is that the shift is over... Look."
The man raised the network access terminal in his hand.
There are blurry words on it.
Charlie frowned and glared for a few seconds, then cursed: "Don't worry about it for now! The outer sentry post can't be short of people! Go back now!"
"Okay, Inspector Charlie, there may be a problem with the system."
The middle-aged man shrugged helplessly:
“Don’t worry, there won’t be any accidents. When we came down, we locked the door of the bar.
"Who would have thought that the entrance to our training base is under a bar cellar?
"We're almost at the bottom. Once the elevator reaches the bottom, we'll go up right away. It won't take more than a few minutes."
Charlie Guzman had a keen sense that something was wrong.
Everyone else lowered their heads, still chatting and laughing, as if they...didn't care about the reprimand from the Inspector.
Charlie looked up at the surface surveillance. Being cautious by nature, he pressed the rarely used rewind button and went back to a few minutes ago. He saw these guys "chatting and laughing" as they closed the door of the bar and walked towards the wine cellar.
No, we have to move forward.
Charlie slid the back button again and returned to the position marked as "guest" by the system.
A man wearing a baseball cap walked into the bar with his head lowered, went straight to the bar counter, and lowered his head as if thinking about something.
Then, a light red halo spread around him, and the eight veteran agents in different places of the bar froze in place, then lowered their heads and continued to work, while the 'bartender' took the man to the bathroom.
etc!
A light red halo?
In the fast-forwarded footage, only the 'bartender' walked out of the bathroom, but he just lowered his head and walked forward.
This is, this is!
Charlie's breathing became a little difficult. He stood up suddenly and stared at the man in bartender's clothes in the elevator in front of him. The man was slowly turning his head and stopped chatting with the woman next to him. A weird smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
bite!
The elevator door slowly opened.
During this period of delay, this elevator with a self-destruct function has reached the bottom!
The seven agents at the back suddenly pulled out their laser pistols and fired wildly at the dozen guards outside the elevator who had not yet reacted.
The man in bartender clothes dived forward and rushed out of the elevator door.
“Damn it!”
Charlie roared: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! It's the white ghost! It's the ghost of the empire!"
The inspector immediately exercised the highest security authority and was about to forcibly close the elevator cabin and trap the seven mind-controlled agents, but suddenly a flash of fire appeared in the picture and a violent explosion destroyed all equipment inside and outside the elevator.
Without Inspector Charlie pressing the switch, the shrill sirens echoed throughout the base!
…
Run forward and sprint.
Yang Ming's body burst out with a speed far exceeding that of an ordinary biochemically modified warrior, and he shuttled through the silver-white corridor at high speed.
He has not used any weapons yet. The backpack on his back is bulging with various "equipment" that he will use next.
The guards who appeared in front of him were directly knocked away by him, and shadows of people flew everywhere he passed.
Those shooting lasers could not break through the laser film around him.
In front of Yang Ming's left eye was the main structure of the entire base. He calculated the shortest distance for him to rush to the base's main control room.
Law has begun to hack into the control system of the base. The wall-mounted weapons quickly fail, and the safety gates that were supposed to fall stop falling.
A large number of well-equipped guards appeared in front.
The other party's reaction speed is not slow.
Yang Ming took out two large-caliber laser pistols from the edge of his backpack. This was the most time-saving and labor-saving way to kill people.
Yang Ming's momentum was halted, and his figure seemed to be flying close to the ground, stepping on the wall, swinging sideways, controlling with mental power, and semi-automatic firing all in one go.
As he rushed past the guards, there were burnt bloody holes on their heads, and their bodies had not yet fallen to the ground.
There are no obstacles because no one can hinder them.
There was no resistance because the other party's resistance was completely insignificant in Yang Ming's eyes.
He only has this one chance. After this attack, the CIA will definitely relocate its other bases and patch the loopholes in its intelligence system.
Therefore, Yang Ming didn't think of letting anyone here go this time.
"Boss, we have confirmed that the other party's central control system has a self-destruct device!"
Yang Ming turned around abruptly, rushed into the elevator shaft nearby, fell rapidly, and tore open the elevator door of the central control floor with his bare hands.
Lasers rained down from outside the door.
Yang Ming did not dodge at all, and a rich blood-red light film burst out from his whole body. The power similar to that of the ancient god swelled and surged in each of his cells, and finally turned into a wave that gushed outward!
He punched downwards fiercely, and the hundreds of guards and agents in front of him flew backwards as if they had been hit hard. The protective gear on their bodies was still there, but their faces began to distort rapidly.
Mental shock!
Eliminate on the same level!
Yang Ming raised his head and looked towards the control room. In his hawk-like eyes, there was coldness, anger, and a desire to kill that he had not deliberately suppressed.
Suspended, moving forward.
The mechanical guards that had been controlled by Law began to turn their guns towards the human soldiers they were supposed to obey.
Those agents who tried to use their weakened strength to resist Yang Ming were unable to get close to Yang Ming, and their wills would be crushed by invisible mental shocks.
He was like a demon walking in scarlet, crushing everything in his sight!
Five minutes later.
A remote farmland on this agricultural planet was split to the left and right, and soil and water fell towards the dock entrance below that looked like a huge mouth of the abyss. Many farmers who were operating mechanical labor looked up and stared blankly at the New Federation transport ship that was urgently launched.
However, just over ten seconds after the transport ship took off, a beam of red light burst out from the ground, and a figure soared into the sky and chased after the spaceship.
There was a violent flash of light in the dock, which was not closed in time.
The earth began to shake, a huge mushroom cloud rose up, and the power supply of half of the agricultural planet was paralyzed.
Fifteen minutes later, the figure wrapped in red light disappeared, seemingly giving up the pursuit of the transport ship.
On the bridge of the transport ship, Inspector Charlie breathed a sigh of relief.
Just a little more, just a little more, and he might not have been able to escape.
That terrifying white ghost, that perverted bastard, he could actually find the location of the CIA training base. It’s simply unimaginable.
White Ghost has a technical team more powerful than their new federal cybersecurity force?
This is impossible. This does not conform to their consistent understanding of the technological strength of countries in the Milky Way!
Now, the CIA headquarters has learned about their attack... Charlie turned his head to look at the senior executives and more than a dozen smart agents behind him, and decided to have a good talk with them to relieve himself of some of the responsibility he might have to bear.
"us……"
"Boss! Outside, outside!"
Charlie's bloated body turned back at incredible speed and looked out the bridge window.
The transport ship is climbing upward at a very high speed.
The anxious voices of his men made Charlie think that he would see the terrifying ghost that could float and fly, but what Charlie didn't expect was that what filled his pupils was the muzzle of an oval-shaped flat giant cannon and the bright light blooming from it.
This is the Ghost's ancient technological ship...
Charlie raised his hand to adjust his collar, suddenly chuckled, and his figure was instantly evaporated in the scorching light.
